God of Pets Chapter 988: Connecting the Broken Tower

King of Shang led the team to the Tower of Truth, an ancient pagoda of green brick and gray tiles, looking unremarkable from a distance.

Up close, its volume is no less imposing than that of the Tower of Life.

The group arrived in front of the Tower of Truth, appearing minuscule as dust.

Under the leadership of the King of Shang, the group repeatedly launched attacks against the Tower of Truth. As the outer walls of the Tower of Truth began to crumble, they entered its interior.

Because they didn't have time to destroy the Tower of Truth completely, they needed to quickly find its core.

Inside the Tower of Truth, aside from its vastness, it appeared no different from the interior of an ordinary pagoda, with layer upon layer of stairs connecting to the higher floors.

As the group stepped onto the stairs, they sensed something was wrong, unable to progress to the next floor no matter how they followed the winding stairs.

The stairs seemed endless, never reaching an end.

King of Shang, with a serious expression, summoned an abacus, flicking the beads, which clattered noisily.

As the beads collided, they emitted eerie ripples, magically dispelling the mist that filled the stairs as they passed through them.

"Follow me," instructed King of Shang, manipulating the abacus while advancing on the mist-covered stairs.

Strangely enough, the previously impassable stairs were quickly ascended to the second floor this time.

"King of Shang's Trading Power is truly marvelous, a perfect counter to the Tower of Truth," exclaimed Huang Tianming with delight.

King of Shang stated calmly, "All conversions of energy in this world must adhere to certain rules. My power can achieve absolute fairness. We've taken so many steps, covered such a distance, that no matter how these stairs change, they cannot block our way out."

Huang Tianming praised, "Money is indeed the truest thing in the world."

With the path cleared by King of Shang's power, the group could reach the next floor simply by covering enough distance.

Floor by floor, they soon reached the top floor of the Tower of Truth.

They immediately saw an ancient figure sitting at the top, his appearance unclear, resembling an old man with white hair and a blue robe.

Looking more closely, he appeared as no more than a grayish silhouette.

"Time is short. Come, your powers can be channeled through me to inflict the most real damage," ordered King of Shang, commanding the group to execute a joint attack.

The group combined their efforts, and the power they unleashed was transformed by King of Shang's abacus into the most genuine force, capable of penetrating any defense for true damage.

Each effort yields an equivalent amount of harm, unmodifiable by external forces.

Boom!

The terrible power struck the silhouette, yet the next moment, everyone was sent flying back, coughing up blood as they hit the walls.

It wasn't the silhouette's damage but their own attacks' true harm rebounding upon them.

"Impossible!" King of Shang murmured, blood trickling from his lips in shock. His Trading Power, representing the most authentic force, should not have been reflected.

Yet it was repelled back, and the reflected force was indeed real damage, leaving most severely injured.

Inside the Tower of Truth, only two figures remained standing: Shang Ziyi from the Shang Family and Bu Changning.

Shang Ziyi managed to mitigate the rebounded true damage using his Martial Arts Rhythm, while Bu Changning stood unscathed by the true damage's impact.

Shang Ziyi stepped forward, his body's rhythm synchronizing with the world. As he punched, it seemed the world's frequency synchronized with his rhythm, causing the strange silhouette to tremble.

Shang Ziyi seemed to lead the entire world's rhythm, making it resonate with him.

King of Shang wore a complicated expression. He knew Shang Tianqing's son had talent, but he didn't expect such talent, the rhythm alone subtly surpassing his own.

The Shang Family's least regarded bloodline now shone with the brightest glory.

Boom!

Shang Ziyi's punch landed on the silhouette, and at the moment of impact, the rhythm of his fist changed, hitting the critical rhythm point of the silhouette.

Yet in the next moment, the silhouette was not shattered, but instead, a tremendous force rebounded back.

Shang Ziyi stood firm, using the rhythm of his body to dissipate the force invisibly. He punched again at the silhouette.

The violent rhythm and the eerie silhouette clashed like a symphony of fate, constantly colliding.

The silhouette's rebounded power couldn't harm Shang Ziyi, but Shang Ziyi's power couldn't hurt the silhouette either. No matter how he attacked, the silhouette always rebounded his attack.

Shang Ziyi intended to continue his assault when a figure appeared beside him.

"Your power alone isn't enough. Let me be your eyes," Bu Changning entered the Ultimate Devil state, overlapping with Shang Ziyi's Martial Arts Body state.

In an instant, what Shang Ziyi saw changed completely from before.

He finally clearly saw the silhouette, indeed an old man, but the old man was not someone else's appearance; it was Shang Ziyi himself.

No, it was Shang Ziyi, the elder Shang Ziyi who had endured the baptism of time and the most bitter stage of life.

"If one can't even kill oneself, how can they kill others?" Bu Changning said calmly.

Shang Ziyi's eyes turned icy. In his Ultimate Devil state, he was no longer swayed by emotions, and he punched the elder self.

As his fist resonated with all the world, the elder Shang Ziyi's silhouette resonated as well. No matter Shang Ziyi's rhythm shifts, the silhouette matched him perfectly.

Boom!

The same frequency, same fist power, same worldly rhythm.

Yet this time, the silhouette couldn't bounce back Shang Ziyi's fist power, shattered into fragments by a single punch.

In the vibration of the world, it was directly pulverized into the most primordial particles.

In the Ultimate Devil state, unaffected by the Tower of Truth's power, Shang Ziyi's power transcended himself, breaking through self-imposed limits and smashing the Tower of Truth's spirit.

With the spirit shattered, the Tower of Truth also collapsed with a roar.

Meanwhile, at the front of the Tower of Nothingness, King of Jiang and his group were experiencing a bizarre scene.

No matter what power they used against the Tower of Nothingness, all energy dissipated like an illusion upon contact, leaving no trace or effect.

Strong as King of Jiang was, his attack capable of destroying galaxies with his Eternal Emptiness Killing Technique, it turned to mere illusions before the Tower of Nothingness, unable to damage even one brick.

"Celestial King, allow me to fight," Jiang Qiemo said, eyeing the Tower of Nothingness, entering the One Thought Ghost God state while slowly drawing his Blinking Sword.

However, instead of attacking the Tower of Nothingness directly, he approached Qinghua.

"Chen Guan said that if we couldn't conquer the Tower of Nothingness, you could help me. What should I do?" Jiang Qiemo asked Qinghua.

He believed in Chen Guan, never doubting. Since Chen Guan said Qinghua could help, Qinghua surely could.